The days have come,
When the sun arrives late, but leaves early.
It eludes me day after day,
And when she does show her face I can't rest in her warmth.
For the cold air makes my head ache and my fingers numb.
Instead the dark greets me in the morning
Leaving my soul to battle the exhausted tiredness.
And when the sun does rise,
My heart can't enjoy the shine.
So as I lay looking for a reason
To get up and fight this depression,
I look up to the sky and pray,
Lord help me brave today.
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In the Waiting
PoesiaSometimes we all feel a little stuck and this poetry book is to remind you, you aren't alone. God is walking right there beside you the whole way through. One day in your life, probably multiple times in your life you're going to come to a point whe...
